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    (Wake up, F1LTHY)

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    I was born in 2000, nigga
    Came from public housing, nigga
    Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', nigga
    Bro, you gon' break, you ain't gon' keep it solid, nigga
    Throw rocks out his hand, he gon' go tweet about it, nigga
    Racks on racks, yeah, I got the money pilin', nigga
    I knew 'bout Miley before I seen Cyrus, nigga
    Oh, you on protein? I'm on a lean diet, nigga
    Can't tell me 'bout these drugs, if you ain't try it, nigga
    Can't complain 'bout that weed, if you ain't buy it, nigga
    Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
    YVL, Young Vamp Life, I got a vamp' ho
    Told that bitch I'm from 2000, she said she from '94
    Yeah, yeah, I'm a young nigga, but my pockets old
    Never lifted weights in my life, but my pockets swole
    Oh, you want a fade? Fade away, now your life gone
    Shawty need a raise, I'ma tip her for the blowjob
    Get the fuck out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
    When I made my first million, I instantly got a million problems
    Oh, you in your feelings? Now, you hatin' on a nigga, huh
    Can't respond, can't go back and forth with no fuckin' bum
    Waste of time, I swear this shit don't do me nun'
    Later on, I'm tryna see what she gon' do for sumn'
    Compliment my chain, she told me to Alex Moss: Do me one
    Compliment her hair, I told her: I had the same color
    Me and my bitch on the same shit, we complement each other
    I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
    I pop pills, don't do cocaine, I'm not a nose stuffer
    Pussy nigga talkin' shit, bitch, you need a muzzle
    I put that shit together, my outfit a puzzle
    She got on the mink boots, I got on them butters
    My team makin' plays, touchdown, we don't need to huddle
    Can't layup after we fuck, I don't wanna cuddle
    Niggas ain't havin' that much, my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
    My lil' bitch said she needed a ten, I sent that ho to Bali
    Free Homixide Mali, they need to free all the real
    How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
    Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
    Ain't gotta say no names, so niggas don't fuck with them
    Told that ho you trippin', just be 5I've, I'ma come trim
    He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim

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    Composition: Ken Carson, Samuel Greenberg, and Andrew John Deutsch Hamilton

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